Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 15: what you’re looking at

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CONSTANCE. 15 some moments, then suddenly throwing herself on her broth- er’s breast with a sob: “ Yes, I will, Charlie; I am ready for any thing—even a log- cabin! I am afraid to stay in this noisy hotel, and you away. it me go to uncle Willard’s—please !” “When a woman wills, she will, and there’s an end on’t,” said Charles, though he kissed his sister very tenderly. “ But I do not ask you to sacrifice your time ; I only want your consent, and a safe horse to ride. By the way, the land- lord has a pony that I fancy very much—a swift, easy-going, pretty creature ; just get me that pony, and directions about the road, and Constance Lord will show you whether she is not of the stuff that pioneers are made of.” “Whew! I should think so. Will you ride booted and spurred, with pistols in belt, my fair Amazon ?” R “I will ride habited, hatted and plumed,” laughed Con- stance; “and I shall make no objection to a pistol, if it isn’t loaded.” “ Just to scare away any chance admirer? But are you in sober earnest, Constance ?” J “ Yes indeed, in utter, dead earnest !” “ Well then, it is time you were off, for I have got to leave you in half an hour. I will inquire about the pony-; tho’ I wouldn’t trust you for this excursion if you were not a good horsewoman. Aw revoir /”. The result of the inquiry was that in twenty minutes Con- stance was mounted in front of their hotel, taking leave of her brother and also of anotlier gentleman with whom they seemed familiarly acquainted. “T wish you were going along, Fletcher,” said Charles Lord, uneasily. “That's just what J was wishing, Charlie. Ive got some business down below Willard’s Mill, and meant to go down in a day or two. I believe I'll go, any how; it won't take me r tom to be ready.” “ Good, old boy ! nowI shall rest more comfortably. Con- stance, you can ride on at an easy gait till Fletcher overtakes you. Hold in your pony a little at the start. Fletcher will bring me word how you like it down there. Good-by — and don’t get into any trouble!” - — comliclooks.com